B is for Blueberries.
What else, right?
We were still picking blueberries last week. I’ve never had so many so late in the season.
Angel has an explanation:
“You see, Grandmom,” she says, “I wished for there to be blueberries in August. You thought I was asleep, but I was looking out my window, and I wished on the Evening Star that we would have blueberries in August this year. And it came true.”
Simple. As. That.
C is for canning…
Which I’ve found a little time for…had to do something with all those berries that the girl wished for!
D is for Dogs…
Here’s Rufus, being a Dog. He will spend the rest of the day being a Rug (or a Couch Pillow, if he’s feeling ambitious).
And the Old Lady herself, Sweet Cleo. A little grayer, a little slower, a lot blind, but still following her puppies around the yard. And bringing me baby bunnies…but only the ones that haven’t yet opened their eyes. Anything bigger is too fast for her now.
D is also for Dancing…
Even when no one will dance with you.